User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Rise of the Mercenaries/@comment-3135907-20110709154740

Gittrag finally makes it to the caved-in entrance. "Hmmm. I think 'e went in 'ere." He pulls out a whistle and blasts on it once. "Th' crew should be 'ere soon enuff. We might as well wait 'round apiece. Hoi, wot's that?" Gittrag clambers down the steep hillside to the treeline. "Now that's a fruit I've never seen!" Takes a bite. "Try one, matie." Soon enough the four crewbeasts come up through the jungle-like forest to where Gittrag is seated on a boulder, sleeping. One of them, a weasel, shakes him. "Ha, ole Gittrag ate hisself full of doze fruits. I wunner wot they're like. Mmm! Good! Try one, Flanty mate."
 * "Yum! Luscious! Mmm, I got d'biggest one. Nyah!"
 * "Oh dew yew, eh? Look at dis one! Mmmff!"
 * "Hah, dey're good, dat's true."
 * "Arr, I'm gettin' a liddle-" The speaker's tongue lolls out and he falls facefirst into the dust.
 * "Hmmm, Cullang ate wun too many, eh. Haharharharr!"
 * "Ey, do y'see the look on Gittrag's snorin' fac- Aaaah!!! H- he's dead! He's- Glurrrrr..." The rat stops and falls beside his comrade. The two others quickly spit out the fruit in their mouths. "Poison! The fruits are poisinus! Good thing I only ate one bite, eh, mate...Mate? ARGH! Yew didn't eat any, did yer, fox?"